Journaling.

It doesn’t happen often, but there are times when I look back at my journal entries from 2012 to now.

This morning, I sat with past moments of gratitude, of goals, of happy moments. But there were moments where I felt lost, too. Moments where I felt stuck.

When I journal, I list moments of gratitude. I usually list my happiest moment from each day. And I list three things that I’ve done well.

Looking back, I also see how much love I have for the people around me. Family and friends. I see just how much I want the best for them.

Nine years ago, I wrote that ten years from that date, I would be a best selling author.

My first books pubs next year, making it ten years.

Bigger than any best selling list is the audacity I had to dream in this way at a time when I was lost. I love that for me.

I love how bold I was when I didn’t know the first thing about publishing.

I love how bold I was when I was commuting an hour + for a job that didn’t pay well & didn’t offer health insurance. Four years later, that job would give me 3 paid days to mourn the loss of my parents.

Despite feeling lost...I wrote, at some point in 2012, that I felt as if dreams were trying to burst out of me.

Dreams that I hadn’t realized. Dreams that I didn’t understand. I just felt this thing inside of me, but I lacked direction. I didn’t know where to begin.

In every entry, I wrote how grateful I was for family. And I constantly wrote about being grateful for me...for journaling and having the strength to cling to the good during challenging times.

Not sure where I’m going with this thread, but nine years ago...